In the hollow of my heart,
At the edge of the glass-adorned lake,
Blanketed by the unforgiving frost,
Stood I, in unspoken sorrow.
Tiny arms flailed,
Muffled screams were drowned.
I watched; I listened.
The silence echoed.
Deafeningly so.
The Universe paused.
Smouldering like the reddish embers in the hearth,
Crackling like the sparks that leap up to catch one another,
Sizzling like the fat that dissolves in the fiery embrace,
Simmering like an unkempt pot,
Diana’s jealousy rages in her breast.
White hot!
It is 11.44 p.m.
Rhythmically, his torso pulses. A grunt and a wheeze signal the end.
Laila’s luminous eyes hold unshed tears. They now stare over his shoulder at the digital display.
11.47 p.m.
Every night; without exception.
